Threads

She loves to play dead
 Hanging by a fatal single thread
 Straightened face with naked needle head
 Her ancient angel wings are spread open
 And away she flies on sequences
 Until she sleeps within my bed of demons when the sequel's end closes
 I'm traveling between
 I'll be mishandling the strings that keep unraveling the seams of my reality and dreams
 I dream about it when I sleep
 I keep it shrouded in the breezes of the clouded air I breathe smoke in
 And I don't need to find direction
 I could weave through life's aggressions like a DUI in question
 High on weed for my depression
 Tie up strings for my protection
 While I reach for blind affection from my evil eyed reflection
 Lips sewn
 Rips grown
 Face bandaged
 Kick throw
 Sticks stones
 Pains managed
 She'll pick her bones in vicious tone
 Malicious home with no religion
 She'll listen but still her brain is damaged
 So make it tragic but she's got no remorse here
 She'll still be laughing while she bleeds out on the floor mirrors
 She finally found the piece that she lost in the lord's ear
 So now she gets to wash his Jesus feet off with her whore tears
 And I'll wish for deliverance
 Steal a kiss from her withered lips
 It's as frigid as winter gets
 In a blizzard that never quits when I'm with her
 She'll cut the life support with little snips from her scissors
 Hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 Got you hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me
 Hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 Got you hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me
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 She hates to play alive
 Fading in and out since '85
 Sanctified by the H inside
 Maybe he could save us
 She's praying to a savior that just gave her all the fake facades
 Tracing through her veins that are stained with the taste of god
 Tell me have you died today?
 Did you find a way
 To push the daisies in a place that you could hide away?
 Or did you write the way to hell across a crying face?
 Maps made of mascara
 Masquerading mask-era
 Are you terrified to join them love?
 Are you embarrassed by the lies or just enjoy the rush?
 You still avoid the touch
 Too disappointed huh?
 There's no salvation in the haven where the poison numbs
 And still the angels take you up on high
 One day they're not gonna bring you back
 It's not worth it for a couple highs
 We're all tied by a single thread
 Tell me are you pretty yet
 Or is it just regret?
 Does seeing bones in reflections make you innocent?
 Are you the skinniest yet or just the closest to?
 A little death petite mort for the chosen few
 I brought a rose for you
 It's soaked in vinegar
 I tied it to a thread
 You go to binge and purge
 You take me prisoner
 You make my center burn but you'll never learn it
 All I know it's just your signature
 Hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 Got you hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me
 Hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 Got you hanging by a thread
 Hanging by a thread
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me
 I'll tie my strings around you
 You tie your strings around me